Wolf Desire: 5 Delicious Alpha Wolf Shifter Tales (12 page)

Dismounting him, I went straight to the shower. I hated this all. Even the sex was bad. When I came back I found Sam already sleeping like baby in my bed. I curled up beneath the covers and told myself it was time to end this little charade. Although, listening to the light gasp of his baby snores, I’d have to do it gently, as I don’t want see a sniveling man crying before me.

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Sam went home so I could finally relax at home. Flipping on the TV then putting it on mute, a habit I had so I don’t feel lonely.
 
There was a magazine article that I wanted to read. It had the answers that I was looking for. Crashing on the couch with my favorite ice-cream flavor, I looked with envious eyes on the cover of the girly magazines. Slim, petite females adorned the cover. With narrow waist, and slim arms, they reminded of everything I’m not. The particular piece I wanted to read was “How To Break Up With Your Boyfriend.

I ogled at the piece, figuring out how exactly to break-up with Sam without breaking his tender, heart. Arrows on the checklist of “Signs It’s Time to Break Up” let out an ice-cream cold sigh of release from my mouth. The article alluded almost everything I was feeling about Sam at the moment. I knew what the problem was. I wanted dominant men, not passive men. I meant, Sam really is a nice guy and he treats me well, but there is a missing piece that I craved for. A masculine missing piece.

I needed somebody strong and dominant that can handle me and my weight. They’re just not that many of them left anymore. My insecurity got a hold of me when I decided to date Sam. I had a feeling it wouldn’t work, but I thought he was good enough, or even that I can somehow release the beast in him. Unfortunately, there was no beast, there was only a man who wanted to please me. He couldn’t give me the dominance that I craved. I craved for a real man, a man who can lead me, who can inspire me. My hero, my man.
 

The magazine was spot on about our relationship, and it was definitely time for me to make actionable steps towards it. The article alluded to the benefits of breaking up in a public space. It made sense, at least to me. It reduces the stress level for both parties and keeps a level of formality. The tips further alluded to keeping things direct, and honest. Let him speak, but affirm that a decision had been made.

I mentally skimmed how the break-up will unfold. I hope he doesn’t cry in that restaurant. The restaurant I had in mind was at the downtown hotel in the middle of the city, half-way between where me and Sam lived.
 
It was perfect place to tell him that. We both can go our separate ways after. Also, the restaurant also received glowing reviews for serving up the best steak in the city. I salivated on having a gourmet steak for dinner for a minute and then was brought back by the reality of single sentence, “.. once decided you need to do this ASAP.”

As soon as possible. Be firm. Be direct. Public place. I needed to do this. Not tomorrow, but now. My phone message to Sam was met by an immediate response.

“I want to have dinner with you tonight. I’m paying.”

“Wow. Really? That’s awesome.” Of course, I had paid for most of our dates, including the exhibit at the museum.

“In the hotel restaurant I pointed at the last time.” I sent back. No need for flowery one liners. I needed to be direct.

“Oh the hotel in front of the central park?”

“Yes.” As soon as possible.

Finally it was set-up. All that was left now was to wait until evening, and head out. In the meantime, I still had time to relax and enjoy this Saturday. Turning on the glossy pages of the magazine, I saw again a small picture of Asch. It was rather small picture wedged in other pictures of celebrities. The title read, “Famous Personalities with Phobias.” A little interesting fact about Asch, was that he developed a mild version of claustrophobia after the bomb incident. Nobody can blame him. What he went through was definitely a traumatic experience. Psychiatrist had assured the clamoring public that it was a normal response from being in such a tight situation with little wiggle room for error. He was fine, just that he opted for open spaces more now than he used to.
 

Everyone saw the movie adaptation of Asch heroic dashing, especially when the experts proclaimed to proceed with the evacuation, when all hope had been lost. It was a rather dramatic movie. I liked the book version better. Countless books were released about him. He was considered a celebrity. A hero. But he never gave interviews, and he refused to collect the royalties from the sales. He had that much integrity.

The flickering scene of the silent TV caught my eye, with yet another picture of Asch. I put the magazine down and increased the volume of the TV. A reporter was doing a piece on the city’s force budgetary problems.
 

“Thank you Tina! Good day citizens. Asch, the squad hero, seen here with the commissioner, had been reported to pledge the proceeds of a new book to the city department. After initial confirmations, we talked to the commissioner. -- ‘well, the department has inadequate funding, and we need this funding to continue improving and expanding our efforts.’ -- efforts to reach Asch for comments had largely been unsuccessful – back to you Tina.”

The city department was broke? That’s news? Everyone knows that. But Asch is not just a hero, he’s a saint for donating that amount of money for the betterment of all. Oddly enough, there was a rumor that the military is also interested in Asch. If the rumor is true, then the military wants Asch to work for them, eventually. But the city still won’t let them go yet. He’s basically desired by everyone. What hope do I have?

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I’d arrived a little too early in the hotel lobby where the restaurant was located. This night, I’ve chosen one of my subtly provocative attire. My black dress, low-neck mesh top was crowned by a bustier that squeezed my curves into a slow rolling perfection. A fiery-red lipstick glossed over my full lips and was sure to drive attention. I’ve always wanted to wear something like this before, but Sam never gave me any reason to.

The hotel was only a short walk from my city apartment, but far from Sam’s suburban house. Eyes flickered at me as my high-heels drew attention like I thought it would. My heavy breasts spilled into the mesh and my bustier was able to contain me, giving me a womanly full-bosomed look.
 

Sam was not there yet when I arrived. How typical. Instead of waiting in the lobby like a desperate dateless girl, I opted to wait at the classy sofa bar lounge. Venturing, I sat at the bar and ordered a martini. Sam is taking especially long I thought. To distract myself I people watched.

Sipping on my martini, I looked at how the snapping light of cameras focused on one table. Other guests seemed to gaze at what appeared to be a familiar looking face. It took me a moment, before realizing that the handsome face belonged to none-other than Asch. The city hero, who saved us from a bomb blast.

But I saw in him an expression that hinted that he wanted to get away. I mean he has claustrophobia right? Maybe it was due to the people he was with. Besides him was a commissioner and a model looking woman sitting impossibly close to him. The model female was everything I was not: a petite blonde woman with a narrow waist. She held on to his arm, while the commissioner held on to his other arm. They both cheekily smiled at the snapping lights, unlike Asch, whose glance was directed at the exit door way.

I also wanted to leave, or get started eating. I imagined a nice juicy steak to help me prepare for my breakup. Then suddenly, my vibrating phone popped with a message from Sam. “I forgot about tonight. lol. Won’t make it. Mom won’t drive me.”

Disgusting little child. I let the words finally come out of my lips. Snapping back the phone, my thumb pressed furiously. Stopping mid-sentence I asked myself if this is really what I wanted to do. After analyzing it, I decided it was. “Don’t bother. We are officially done. I’m sorry it has to be this way. Good bye.”

Finally over as I downed the rest of my martini. My phone started ringing after a few moments. It rang non-stop for over five minutes, then a barrage of texts came in.

“What do you mean over?” “Why? You don’t love me anymore? ” “What did I do? Please respond. Please respond.” “I’m sorry baby! Please pick up your phone!” “I love you so much! Please baby!”

The barrages made me feel bad about it, but the magazine tip said to keep it sweet, short, and most importantly to keep it firm. It had to be done. I cannot go out with a beta guy who can’t take care of himself. Sam was nice, but he was too nice.

My wallowing guilt turned to a glance where Asch was sitting. There were more people crowding them now. I could barely see his beautiful, masculine face. Now he was the type of guy that I could go steady with. Courageous, brave, and ravishingly handsome. But would he even go out with a full-figured woman like me that is the question. I sighed a loud sigh as I finished my second martini.

Maybe I should go talk to him. I felt a new found freedom when I lifted my weight from the stool. I wanted to thank him, maybe then I could touch a hero’s hand. Stepping away from the lounge to walk towards Asch, I felt some moisture form on the insides of my legs. A real hero. I wanted to touch him.

Nearly everyone knew of the riveting account of how Asch with his dog single-handedly charged in the building. There was no time for radioactive suits he said in his story. He needed to go in and find the bomb. A real alpha like Asch wastes no time in taking action for a good cause. The amount of radioactivity later turned out to belong to pulsar bomb, whose properties have yet to be fully uncovered.

According to accounts, Asch’s dog seemed to have evaporated when a spark from an initial trigger released a deadly pulsar wave. Asch would have been evaporated but his dog, a specialized German wolf-mix, dashed to protect his master. Asch would later account how the pulsar wave crossed over into him. He said he was able to work to the top of his abilities after. For whatever reason, as speculated by psychiatrists, seeing his beloved dog made Asch more primal.
 
A normal person would have collapsed with all the radiation there. But he succeeded the feat with only seconds to spare until detonation.
 

Asch, my hero. My alpha male.

An abrupt hand blocked my way to thank my hero. My eyes trailed the length of the arm to the neck and into the face of a man. He had a one-eyed patch and dressed in an all-black suit. Maybe he was FBI. “You have to turn around missy. Area off limits.” He said almost in a contemptuous manner.

“But I just want to thank him.”

“No can do missy. He’s off limits. You can write him a letter.”

“But I want to thank him personally. Please you got to let me see my hero.”

“Your hero? Honey, I’ve seen the likes of you.” He stared sounding a little brasher.

“I beg your pardon.”

“Oh honey please, with that bustier of yours. I know you’re just going to try your luck. And what luck you will have! Them curves got you thinking loopy.” He let out a mocking laugh as he looked firmly at the spillage of my mounds from my bustier.

This rude bodyguard looking henchmen immediately got on my nerves.
 
Bad enough I already felt insecure with staying in this lounge alone, I just had a break up. “You don’t have to be so rude!” I exclaimed.

“But you know” He started again. “Maybe when I get off my shift. I can get us a little RnR. I know what a place with a fantastic diner. What say you missy?”

I wanted to throw a slap in his face there and then, but I didn’t. A feeling of insecurity quickly came a hold off at me. A quick surge of awareness of my body washed over me. Maybe he’s right. I could never get someone like Asch.